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Friday, September 25, 2009

I am a "Closet fag, son of a bitch, bastard."



An e-mail I received from Macci and no, I didn't waste my time identifying all the grammatical errors and such:

    You are a closet fag, son of a bitch, bastard.

    I understand that when Ed pisses he has you by the neck. However You do have a few things that are similar to the previous pres and vice pres you are a draft dodger and a coke-head drunk. Is it through that you sleep with shawn h and glenn b and you are in the middle a rt wing radical republican sandwich so to speak. the way i see it hell will be full of republicans like you. PS you are a log cabin republican right?

I don't even know to what post this email is pursuant, but I can only guess that Macci referring to "Ed" means one of several posts I devoted to Big, Fat, Dumb, Drunken-Dog-Killing, Wife-Beating/Abuser-Raging Alcoholic Liberal Talk Radio's Ed Schultz.



You do know, Macci, that Ed physically abused his first wife, right? And that Ed, drunk during a hunting trip, shot and killed his own dog. You know this, right? And you approve, right? Because, Macci, you wouldn't make an issue out a Conservative or Republican who abused his wife and who, while drunk, shot and killed his own dog.


I'm happy for you, Macci, that you believe that what you hear from Fat Dumb Ed is true. You just keep on injecting the Kool-Aid with your blinders firmly in place.

I am "a closet fag, son of a bitch, bastard." Uh...are you asking me out on a date? Are you hitting on me? Because flattery will only get you so far.

It's so easy to provoke and antagonize those who live in the Land of LefTardia, isn't it? And they show us who they truly are each and every time.


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Comments:
What a gay comment from Macci.

And my veri-word is "Sucksen." I am e-mailing the screengrab for proof.
 
More leftardic hypocrisy. I thought the term fag was derogatory to homosexuals. Aren't leftards suppose to love all homosexuals? And why do leftards like to think that all Republicans are going to Hell? Leftards don't believe in God or Heaven or Hell. Those are religious concepts that involve belief in something beyond one's self, but leftards believe in nothing but their twisted political ideology. However, leftards want to believe in something more because they are so empty inside, but they just can't bring themselves to do it so in place of God they have to resort to the worship of fraudulent socialist scumbag politicians. It's pathetic.

Another thing that you point out DD, is the grammar and spelling skills of these leftards are indescribably bad. I thought my writing skills were marginal, but really now. I can understand anybody can fat finger a key or skimp a little on the proof reading and not all of us are professional writers. However, the leftard's response that you quoted in your post DD is unreadable. What a fine job of education the Leftardia Public Schools are doing. Not much reading, writing, and arithmetic going on, though the LPS have plenty of time for Children of the Corn videos. UFB.
 
I'll send you a picture of my ass David and if that doesn't heal your closet fag-i-ness... nothing will. LMAO!!

Dude... I never knew you were a coke-head drunk... I personally favor Pepsi Max, but that's just me.
 
Paul,

I received your email. That is LMAO funny! "Sucksen." Is that like SenSens? The gay version of SenSens? If so, we know spBarney enjoys them.
 
Molson,

Once again someone from the Land of LefTardia shows us their intolerance, right? You nailed it.

This is my favorite excerpt:

"...Is it through that you sleep with shawn h and glenn b and you are in the middle a rt wing radical republican sandwich so to speak."

Is it "through" that I sleep with shawn h and glenn b..." "Through?"
Bwa!

Inbreeding within the LiberTardians is the cause, Molson. That's my take, and I'm stikcing to it.
 
Bug,

There you go! Now I have an inking to start another blog and ask for all the hot legal-aged babes to send me images of their hot, tight, cute little butts.

I like diet coke. It goes so great with Bacardi.
 
Well David... I hate to break it to you but I'm pretty sure someone out there has beat you to the punch on creating THAT blog.

It's okay though... sounds like you're cured! And I didn't even have to send a picture... just the THREAT of it made you change your hellish ways!
 
Oh Bug...I don't know what to say. If the very pretty ladies on my blog roll want to threaten me that they'll send me a pic of their butt, who am I to say no?!?!? ;-)
 
Right... what else can you do? It's like getting a $10k deposit into your checking account, spending it and saying "well, I don't know where it came from but it must be for me!"
 
Bug...

You had $10k deposited in your checking account and don't know where it came from? It must be a "gift"! ;-)
 
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